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He killed Ace Blaikie. He’s left a con fession." For an instant Hopestill said nothing. Then “Great God!" he muttered. Caro burst into tears. "Oh how horrible!” she exclaimed. “How horrible!" Her voice rounded and deepened with her emotion. But as she went on repeating, “Horri ble! Horrible! Horrible!” that emo tion went out of her voice and an other came in its place—relief. “Oh as long as it had to come out, dear Mrs. Avery, I’m glad that it has come out now. For how I suffered all night long! I have been so afraid that they would arrest my grandfather. Grandfather told me the whole stpry last night I know now that my real name is Caroline Blaikie and that I’m Ace Blaikie’s daughter, but I cannot realize it yet I have scarcely thought about it for last night grandfather told me that I must be prepared at any moment for his arrest He was so exhausted that he went straight to bed. I asked him if I eould tell Hopestill and he said that f could. We’ve been talking it over this whole morning long. We could see no way out—but what a comfort Hopestill’s been to me. And now in an instant everything is changed. Grandfather is out of danger. But this is horribly self ish— Why did Bruce Hexson kill —my father?" "I know no more about It than you do, my dear child,” I an swered. “We shall all know soon, however." “I can wait,” Caro commented in a kind of dreamy apathy. "I want to feel for awhile this re lease from that awful strain." “Take her for a drive, Hopestill,” I begged. For myself, I went upstairs to my room. I have a vague recol lection that Sarah Darbe helped me to undress. When I sank into the cool sheets, the mid-day sun was flaring in the blue sky. And then nature, reinforced by this sec ond horrifying shock, proceeded to take her toll. I sank immediately into a coma so thick—it was as though I had been knocked on the head, chloroformed ... At any rate I did not open my eyes until the morning sun was streaming in to the room. Bruce Hexson’s confession lies before me as I write. But not his confession as I shall set it forth here. It is on first sight a curious, insane document He had poured it out in one night writing against time. I had read it—and cried over it—again and again before I saw in it two entities. One is the insane Bruce Hexson, trying illogically to justify from the Old Testament what the sane Bruce Hexson would never have justified—sending an un repentant man into the presence of his Maker, sending himself to his Maker with blood on his hands. Here, I am quoting phrases in the confession itself. All these pas sages have what my husband used to call the rhythm of insanity. Some are nearly unintelligible, some grotesquely incoherent Once, he has covered a page with strange diagrams or drawings, with the Ark of Covenant and Solomon’s Temple in the center. But when he is dealing with events, and especially wnen he is trying to produce that effect which is the purpose of this document he becomes Bruce Hexson the log ical, observing lawyer. In my pity for the poor, tortured soul, I can not bring myself to make public even a single example of the in sane mood. But here are those per fectly sane or relatively sane pas sages which I consider significant Some I give word for word as he wrote them. Some I have edited a trifle, or even rewritten. “I killed Ace Blaikie. He was my friend—and I killed him. 1 loved him as I have never loved another man—and I killed him. We were tied together by a thousand •Mociations of war, peace, fighting together, drinking together, travel ing together, playing together—bat tle, sports, restaurants, dances. Yet I killed him, “I met Ace Blaikie for the first time in 1914. Like him, the mo ment war was declared I sailed for France. I volunteered to run an ambulance for the French army. I met him when I was clearing the wounded for the Foreign Le gion. We became close friends al most at once; we have been close friends ever since. There was al so a professional tie. I became his lawyer. We have been much to gether ever since our first meet ing, although for a time after the war, I saw him only during the summer months.” “In 1914 we both met at a hos pital at Courcy-sur-Seine, a young girl—Eleanor Dacre. I did not know her as Eleanor Dacre or even as Eleanor. Everybody in the hospital called her ‘Sister Dora* and both Ace and I followed the habit In deed when last Friday afternoon 1 heard her stepfather refer to her as Eleanor, I realized that I had entirely forgotten what her real name was. “Sister Dora was the most beau tiful woman I have ever seen in my life. She was the best woman I have ever known in my life. I fell in love with her the instant I looked at her. From Ihat moment no other woman has ever en tered my heart She did not love me. I realized very soon that she would never love me. In all the time I knew her, I never even hinted at my love. She may have suspected it, but no words of hers ever suggested to me that she did. I' may be that she did not know, for from the time she met him—I learned last Friday—she was in love with Ace Blaikie. I did not guess that Ace Blaikie was in love with her. “Quite naturally our Paris per missions did not always coincide, so we did not often see her to gether. I never suspected that, when he was on permission, Ace spent virtually all his time witb Sister Dora.” “I remember very well the last time I saw her. But that is a precious memory and has no place in this confession. The next thing I knew of her was that she -had gone to southern France. She came back to Paris, but left immediate ly for Spain. I did not see her then. I never saw her again. “Suddenly 1 got through friends the news of her death in Spain. “It is impossible for me to tell in the haste in which I am writing, and with the inadequate powers of expression at my command what her death’ did” to me. For several weeks, I was not myself. Indeed, I may say that I have never been the same man since. This I man aged to conceal from my friends. If I had been free, I would have gone at once into retirement I think I would have joined some brotherhood or . other; retired to some remote monastery. But we were in a war and I was fighting in it However, I found one comfort— the Bible. I had promised my moth er that I would always carry her Bible with me. Now I began to read it I read it through. Since then I have read it through many times. At first it gave me only comfort My comfort came—not from the New Testament—from the Old Testament Presently, but this was several years after Dora’s death, I saw the Light” Here followed a rather long, ram bling and insanely illogical account of his conversion. I do not quote it for it bears only indirectly on Ace Blaikie’s murder. I have read Bruce Hexson’s confession of faith many times, but I always get lost in the erraticism and disassocia tion of his expression. In brief, I gathered chat once while reading the Old Testament a great Light— he always begins it with a capital— suddenly burned in his mind. He found that that Light was religion— a religion compact of ideas gleaned from the Psalms, Job, Jeremiah, and Isaiah. “The Light changed my whole life. I became an entirely different man. I eschewed all my former pleasures—drinking, dancing, thea ter-going, I might say, social diver sion of every kind. First I retired from an active professional life, then I retired from the world. “I retired from the world and I eschewed all my former enjoy ment. One thing I clung to—that was my friendship with Ace Blaikie. I loved Ace. I loved him for himself. But I loved him for another thing. He was inextrica bly connected in my mind with Sister Dora. He was extremely fascinating—what with his vitali ty, his virility, his zest for life and his joy in it, his great generosity and kindness. Of course I knew that be was a weak man. I did not know that he had become a wicked man.” “This brings me to the morning of last Friday—the day I killed Ace Blaikie. He had invited Doc tor Marden and me to an early luncheon and to play golf with him. We played nine holes—and then suddenly he suggested that we call on Mrs. Avery. We .arrived there a little after two o’clock. Miss Fames and Miss Prentiss were there. We left at about three. I dropped Doctor Marden at his home on Second Head; brought Ace home and then drove home my self. “I think I had not been at home more than fifteen minutes when Doctor Marden called me up on the telephone. He said that he had a matter of great importance to talk over with me and asked if he might come to the Camp at once. Of course I said yes. He arrived as soon as his car could bring him. And he told me—•” Here followed in detail the whole story that Doctor Marden had told Patrick and me. This was Bruce Hexson’s comment: "I have never experienced such a cataclysm since the day I learned of Sister Dora’s death. It was as though a tornado had been loosed inside my head—a tornado with the extra fury of flame. It swept and swirled. It burned everywhere it touched. And yet outwardly, 1 re member, I remainea perfectly calm. I told Doctor Marden that I had known Sister Dora. I did not tell him that I loved her. I told him only that I had admired and reverenced her. Doctor Mar den told me that Ace Blaikie was trying to make Miss Eames elope “I Drew My Revolver and Placed It Against His Heart.” with him. There way no time to be lost I advised him to go to Ace Blaikie and tell him the whole story. He asked me 11 I would ac company him and I agreed to do so. “It happened fortunately that Ace had not left the house. In my presence. Doctor Marden told Ace exactly what he had told me. I think this was the first time in my life that I ever saw Ace Blaikie ‘rocked’—as men put it Before Doctor Marden finished the story his face was ghastly. He admitted that it was all true. He said that Drina Demoyne had not divorced her first husband when she went through the ceremony with him; that in consequence his marriage with Sister Dora was legal and that Caro was legitimate. I respect him in one thing. He made no at tempt to vindicate himself. At the end, he said briefly, ‘What do you expect me to do, Doctor Marden?* ” “Doctor Marden said, ‘I expect you to make an announcement that my step - granddaughter is your child.’ “ ‘I will do that,’ Ace agreed. “ ‘Wh«i?’ Doctor Marden asked tersely. “Ace said that he would like to take a little time to think the mat ter over. “You see it involves changing my will,’ he said. “ ‘How long do you require to think it over?’ Doctor Marden asked. "Ace thought for a moment or two. Then he said, 'I’ll tell you what I’ll do, Doctor Marden. We’re going to Mrs. Slow’s party tonight I have an appointment to meet my bootlegger in Mrs. Avery’s Spinney at 10:30. I have a little business with him. That won’t take two minutes. Suppose you stroll over there at about a quarter to eleven —let us say—and we’ll talk the whole thing over. I’m pretty shak en by this and I was up most of last night with patients. I’d like to take a little nap—I want to sleep on it.’ “Doctor Marden agreed. He left immediately. But after he had gone, Ace said suddenly that it was no use his trying to sleep, that he was too excited. He offered to drive me back to the camp. After he got there, he suddenly made up his mind to change his will then and there. I was his lawyer. I drew up a new will for him. It was short. I typed it myself. He signed it and Berry and Adah served as witnesses. You will find that will clipped to this confession. “Then Ace went home. “After he had gone, I began to feel uneasy. That tornado still swirled and flamed in my mind. But some things were clear. I realized that here was a heaven sent opportunity to serve Sister Dora by protecting her child. Something seemed to tell me that, content with the will, Ace would delay the announcement that Miss Prentiss was his daughter until aft er he had married Miss Eames. That story might make a difference in Miss Eames' feeling for him. I liked and admired Miss Eames. I did not want her to undergo an experience that would approximate Sister Dora’s. But more and more —oh steadfastly more and more—I wanted to do this last service for the dead lady of my heart “All this tore and flared inside i "The end at it wai that I sug gested to the servants that we go up the liver to the island camp for the week-end. Adah and Berry always enjoyed the island camp and they were delighted with the idea. They rowed up the river to the camp. I had some port wine in the camp and I gave them a bot tle that night I knew that after the long day, that would make them sleep and- it did. They went to bed early. "I loaded my revolver and put it in my pocket After a while I stole out; got into my boat and rowed over to Second Head. I walked from the beach to Mrs. Avery’s place. I jumped over the wall and went into her Spinney. I was careful to walk on the lawn so that there would be no foot prints. In the Spinney is a gravel path. There was, as I knew, a big rock in the bushes close to the path. I stepped onto it and sat there waiting. Presently, I heard Ace coming from one direction and al most instantly his bootlegger, Tor riano, coming from the other. They met in that part of the path in the Spinney where there is a circle of cleared space surrounded by trees —the trees all draped with wild grape vines. By this time, the late moon was out. It was as white as day. me conversation Detween tne two men did not last any longer than Ace expected. From it I gath ered that Ace owed Torriano three hundred dollars. Ace must have given it to him in cash, for he asked Tony to count it Torriano, who was obviously staggered at getting the whole sum, counted it; said at once, ‘Good night, chief!' cut right through the bushes not far from where I was hidden and leaped over the wall onto the road. Presently, I heard a car and I concluded that he had left the Head. “But I was not thinking of Torri ano at that moment, for instantly I became aware that somebody else had come through the Spinney path apparently from the summi, of the Head. It was Miss Fairweather— Margaret Fairweather. She too, had come to meet Ace. I could not see her, but I recognized her voice. I heard everything she said. It became quite obvious what Ace wanted of her. Apparently he was borrowing money from her. Later I learned that it was ten thousand dollars and that she had brought him a certified check. The conver sation lasted only a minute. Miss Fairweather handed the check to him and he gave her his note. Then she departed the way she had come. “The sound of her steps had not died down when I heard other steps and I realized that Doctor Marden was keeping his appointment promptly. The conversation be tween Ace and Doctor Marden was also brief. Ace told Doctor Mar den that he had that afternoon made a new will; that he would within three days announce that Caro Prentiss was his daughter; that he would give a big party at his house to celebrate the event Doctor Marden expressed a kind of appreciation and walked on up the Head in the direction Margaret Fairweather had taken. “Fortunately for me, Ace lin gered an instant also fortunately for me, Doctor Marden hurried away. At any rate, Ace had only turned to start back in the direc tion of Mrs. Avery’s house when I emerged from the bushes! “‘For God’s sake, Bruce!’ he exclaimed. ‘How come?’ “As he spoke, something hap pened inside my head. The tornado died down. The flame stopped. Nothing tore there. Nothing burned there. But I knew what I had to do. I knew that I had to kill Ace Blaikie. For I knew that Ace was lying, lying, lying; that he had no intention of acknowledging Sister Dora's child until he was forced to it I knew that the story that he was going to induce Molly Eames to elope with him as soon as pos sible was also true. I knew that he had borrowed that money from Margaret Fairweather for that pur pose. “I drew my revolver and placed it against his heart ‘Asa Blaikie,’ I said, ‘you are a wicked man. And I am the instrument God has chos en to punish you for your guilt. Do not move! Do not cry out! If you do, I shall kill you and then my self. But repent repent I bid you repent! The time has come for you to die!’ “Ace took it Ace could always take anything. He knew at once that his time had come. He did not even remonstrate with me—on the issue of death I mean. First he said, ‘Welt I guess this is the end of the trail!’ Then he said, ‘Bruce, I don’t want to be shot like a dog. I want to die like a man. Let me kill myself—like a Roman warrior!” “I agreed. 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